Jay the wizard. ( which is what I came up with. I couldn’t think of anything else. )

tomorrow would be my birthday. A day where I would become a warrior, a leader, a scholar, etc. I am currently still 13, staring out my window at some birds, most likely talking but yet I don’t speak bird. School just finished and I was waiting for dinner to be ready. I was thinking about what could I be.. I could be a leader! No.. that would be to much work.. what about a warrior? No.. I’m not strong enough.. I sat on my bed, not yet sure about what I should be. I just had to figure out tomorrow.- someone opened the door, I turned around to see my mother, “time for dinner!” She said. “Okay mom, be there in a second, I’m thinking right now..” I responded. She closed the door and probably went back to the kitchen, I sat on my bed a bit longer. And a bit longer. I got up, knowing what I could be and went to the table so I could eat dinner.

when I woke up I was rested and completely exited with a smile on my face. It was the day. I jumped from my bed and stood up, turned around, opened the door and sped to put on my shoes- my parents were already up. Eating breakfast, which was the thing I forgot to do. I grunted and Took of my shoes and sat at the table. We were having chicken today. I sat down and took a bite of my chicken wing. My dad suddenly asked “what do you want to be today?” I answered cheerfully. “a Wizard!” He replied. “that’s a lot of work, are you sure?” “Yep!” I replied again. “Ok then.” He said. I quickly finished my food, so did my parents, and I put my shoes on quickly after. I walked out and prepared to become a Wizard.

( this is my first story I wrote on here, sooooooo...... )

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its been a great time. I think I should make a real signature.

i do think I should leave early. But besides that- I think everyone should still be happy and to move on even If it hurts. Best of luck.

This ended up as a very ominous prolouge type thing, rather than a stand alone short story, but I actually really enjoyed writing it. I haven't written much besides rp forms in a while so im suprised that this is actually decent. '

(Sending at 6:53 pm - tracking to see if the posting time is finally back to any sort of normal level)

Since he was born, a heavy weight sat on the young prince’s shoulders. Named for his father, Lupus Wolvenbloed II was the only male child of Queen Siv and the late King Lupus, and the prince by right of the kingdom of Iggorn. His father had died in the war against Ertina after his conception, making him the only male member of the family remaining. His sisters all already took their roles, all working under their mother, the sole ruler.

It was finally his time to take his place.

He was only 14, and a small boy. His sisters easily towered over him, as all did those around him, and his frame was rather thin compared to the thick muscle that was signature of the people of his warrior kingdom. But there was something about him, something in his confident presence, in his red eyes, in his soul and spirit. His voice when he addressed the crowd before him managed to be commanding and regal. The crown was placed upon his head, seemingly sealing his fate. Although he was merely a child, he was king, meant to rule for life. To battle alongside his people, to use an iron fist against his enemies, but to treat his people, his kin, with tenderness. Everyone praised what a perfect king he was going to be, the very image of his mother and father, perhaps even better than they were. There was no better person to take his place.

Not even he then knew what fate had in store. For the most perfect ruler would eventually commit the greatest betrayal, throwing aside his title, his bloodline, and his kingdom.

It's April 30th. That makes today is the ceremony. My ceremony. The one where who you will become will get chosen. In my kingdom, Terra, there is one every month, on the last day. If you turn fourteen that month, you are going to be in it. I hope I become a scholar, although being a seer wouldn't be too bad. I just hope I'm not a leader. Or a warrior. That would be awful.

The ceremony is a lot about luck, really. You have to be lucky enough to get what you want. Though, what you get does reflect who you are, I suppose. It's just that most people don't know who they are before being fourteen.

"Alana! Are you ready? The ceremony begins in an hour and a half so we need to get going!" my older sister called me. She should know when we need to leave. She's a seer.

"I'm ready!" I responded. I had on some fancy clothes, and my long wavy brown hair was in a braided bun with a flower in it. Not good for the long walk ahead. Five miles. I hope my shoes survive the walk. Otherwise, I'll be shoeless, like poor Suzie was last month.

I met my sister at the door of the hut and we began to walk.

In an hour and fifteen minutes, we arrived. My sister joined the area for the audience, and I went to wait.

Belle, the woman who preformed the ceremony in the village came into the clearing. She called a name. My name. The order was random and I was first. That raises the chances. "Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded. In the clearing there were six stones. Each one was marked with a symbol for each of the possibilities. Belle threw a rock in the air and began to mutter a chant. It stayed in the air and began to slowly float towards a stone. It landed on top. Belle picked up the rock and read the stone. "Leader!" she cried.

No, I thought. Then the world became black after something punctured my skin.

My whole life depended on this. I remember working for it. I remember buying my first sword. I remember being able to defeat almost everyone on my first try. I remember me wanting this. Did I know signing the Book would affect my life...? Yes, but back then I was so sure of this, I didn’t think of the consequences. I was interrupted from my thoughts with the ringing of a bell, signaling that it was time for me to go in. I gulped, nervous and doubting everything I had thought before. I can’t do this, I can’t, I just can’t! The building loomed before me, immense and terrifying, daring me to enter, daring me to change the course of my whole life. What did I get myself into? This was my death sentence that I was going to take..., but I must do this. I chose to. It’s too late. I can’t turn to the past.

"It is time..." My Mother wept, her shoulders shaking as tears cascaded down her face like a waterfall. I shot my mother a what I hoped to be a comforting smile and walked through the doors to where I might as well be going to my death. To sign the Warrior Code. God, help me. I don’t want to die... I want to live a long good life... My thoughts were going hundreds of miles, speeding in my mind, creating imaginary sonic booms. I swallowed my fear and went inside.

When I entered, Master Baron nodded in my direction and went to my side. I walked into a bigger room with people watching me from every corner of the room. Then I saw it. The Book. Where I would sign with my own blood. The Blood Drawer stood next to the book and motioned for me to come. I hesitated slightly before walking to the book, the center of the room, the spotlight, and my death warrant. The Blood Drawer took my hand and gave me a reassuring look. It really didn’t help my nerves.

“Today!” He exclaimed to everyone in the room, his bright pearly smile blinding the large crowd. “We have our fifteenth signing of the Code of Warriors and our first girl!”

The Blood Drawer got a knife and sliced my hand open delicately following the lines of my handprints.

He put my hand on the desk, so my palm was upward and gave me a feathered pen. Everyone’s eyes were on me, expecting me to back out any second because I was a girl.

I started to write:

I swear to serve the King of Oheria and to obey everything he orders me to do. I will not question anything he says, and I will do it even if it means I am going to die. I will serve the King of Oheria until I die of age or of a quest. I swear upon my blood and life.

I put the pen down.

I was almost sure my heart was beating in my hand. I winced at the sight of it.

My name is Selest. I am fourteen years old. I just signed my death sentence....

Elissa hummed as she swept the front porch. Her twin brother, Edmund, sighed.

"Sister, couldst thou stop that? 'Tis quite distracting."

"Apologies, brother. It helps me concentrate."

Edmund shrugged and went back to his gardening. A while later, the sudden sound of a galloping horse startled them.

They looked to the street as the king's horn blared a tune. "A choosing! A choosing!" a messenger cried as he passed by.

"A choosing!" the twins cried in joy. Elissa quickly donned her cloak and checked to ensure her amulet was still around her neck while Edmund donned his jacket. They hugged their mother and raced to the amphitheater where they gave their names and age- 14- and were directed to seats at the front row. After the crowd settled down, the king strode forward to applause.

He then said, "Welcome, people of Fyra! Today we find what our next generation shall become! Perhaps a mage, with an arsenal of magic to defend our kingdom. Or a warrior, trained in all the arts of battle. And one child, blessed by the gods, is the heir to the throne of our land." He called for a courtier, who read the first names on the list. "Elissa and Edmund Pyroa!"

Stunned, the twins walked to the stage and paid the appropriate formalities to the king before facing the chooser: the highest master of magic in the kingdom. He laid two sandstone squares on the table in front of them and gestured for them to put their right hands on them. When they did this, he took out an elegantly crafted wand and stirred a bowl of oil while chanting under his breath. The oil glowed and a look of surprise momentarily crossed his face.

"Art thou twins?" the chooser asked in a slightly unsteady voice. When they nodded, he murmured, "That wouldst explain it." The three walked to the front of the platform where the audience could see them. "I have seen many strange things," he began. "I have seen armies defeated by a horsefly. I have seen a summer breeze bring a wild hurricane in moments. But this may be the strangest. For the gods hath spoken, and chosen not one, but two children to succeed our great King Thutmose III and Queen Cleopatra. May I present the heirs to the throne, the Prince Edmund and the Princess Elissa!"

The crowd was silent, shocked. The king turned to the chooser. "Art thou certain-"

"HE HATH SPOKEN CORRECTLY!" a voice boomed from the skies. The goddess of fire and the patron of Fyra, Sahara, rode in on her flaming chariot. "My dear sisters and stalwart bretheren and myself hath heard thy prayers and seen that these, above all else of their generation and the generations until the king and queen pass into the next life, are fit to rule this land. The two shall rule by my will. If anyone dares challenge this, do so at thy own risk." Her amber eyes scanned the crowd. "Very well. I return to my home. Stay strong, favored ones." She stepped into her chariot and vanished.

A stunned silence followed. A courtier broke the silence with a chant. "All hail the chosen heirs! All hail the prince and princess!" The crowd picked it up. The king escorted the dazed twins to the royal carraige before continuing with the ceremony. But nobody entirely forgot what had happened.

I stepped outside of my house into the cold, clear mountain air. It wasn’t sunrise yet and the sky was bleached a cold grey. A slight breeze ruffled my long brown hair that I had yet to tie up. Our families horses whickered as I approached the shed near their pasture that held their feed. My family had trained and sold horses for generations and ever since I was a baby I had been part of the family business, riding, training, breaking, and taking care of the dozen or so horses we had at any given time. It was my month to do the morning feed, so I had to wake up well before dawn every day to feed them. It just happened to be my birthday today but I still had to feed the horses. It was my most important birthday too. I was turning 14 and today my future would be decided. Still, the horses didn’t care. They wanted to be fed now, so I unlocked the shed and hauled two bales of hay out, separating the flakes and tossing them over the fence, then going back for the grain bucket and measuring out ten pounds to pour into separate feeders. My favorite mare, Starlight, a bay and white paint, came up to nose at me as I poured in the grain.

“Hey girl,” I said softly. She neighed back at me, making me laugh.

“Jessica!” I heard my mother call from our cottage door. “Come in!”

“See you later,” I said to the horses and took off running.

“There you are, girl,” my mother said. “Today’s your big day! I’ve already started on breakfast, you go and get dressed in something pretty, just remember you will be riding to get there!” That was how my mother always talked, fast and almost impossible to understand unless you were used to it. I nodded and went to my room at the back of the house. Now, what to wear. This was the most important day of my life, after all. I finally settled on a sky-blue tunic that fell just to the middle of my thighs and a pair of tight black pants. To finish it off, I added a light brown leather belt, a thin gold bracelet, and just a little makeup to darken my eyelashes and redden my lips. When I reentered the kitchen, my mother had finished the first round of breakfast and two of my brothers had seated themselves around the table.

“Yep, little sis is getting her Destiny,” my oldest brother, Justin drawled. “You gonna be a great warrior or something?” he said.

“Or something,” I said. Justin was the best brother I could hope for, even if he teased sometimes. John, my younger brother, was silent, probably because he was jealous I would be Destined today and he had to wait another year. Mother sat down a plate of eggs and ham in front of me and I ate quickly. The ceremony wasn’t for a while, but it would be close to a half hour ride there.

“Where’s Father?” I asked.

“Outside saddling Starlight for you,” Mother said. “Speaking of Starlight, we’ve decided to give her to you as a birthday present.” I jumped from my chair squealing.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I cried, hugging my mother.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” she said. “You better go now or you’ll be late.” I darted out of the house, my heart pumping in excitement. Starlight was tacked up and ready to go, with my father standing next to her.

“Good luck,” he said gruffly, hugging me tight.

“I’ll make you proud,” I said, meaning it. I swung myself up onto Starlight and was off at a hard canter. After around an hour, I reached the nearest town square where a crowd had already gathered. I signed in and settled down to wait. Then, after about ten minutes, all those who were to be destined were called to stand in a circle. Family wasn’t allowed and it felt strange to not have my mother there to watch.

“Jessica Allyis,” the announcer called. Swallowing nervously, I stepped up onto the raised platform and held out my hand to the old women who would read my Destiny. She took it and placed her thumbs on my palm, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. I felt as if something were being sucked out of me and suddenly, the old women’s eyes opened.

“Captain of the King’s Guard, to be trained,” she announced. Gasps and murmurs spread. There had never been a female Captian of the Guard before! But somehow, it felt right. I bowed to the woman as she released my hand and accepted the paper she handed me. I walked off the stage, legs slightly shaky, towards my Destiny.

For the past few years, physical exams have been the worst for him. As he got to watch his peers discover their special gift and excel in one category or another, he stayed the same, middle of the pack, at 50%. He looked at the board again, just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. They weren't. Up until now, he'd always thought of the exams as inconsequential, but this was the morning of his 14th birthday. In a week, everything would change, and he wouldn't be picked for anything. He'd be forced to work as a farm hand and earn his living just by milking cows.

Fergon walked slowly, not quite sure where he was going. Not that he cared. Lost in his footsteps, he failed to hear a voice behind him.

"Fergon! Ferg! Wait!" Snapped out of the daze, Furgon brushed his brown hair back and turned around. A boy with blond hair, green eyes, and freckles stood in front of him. He was grinning ear to ear.

"Matton," Furgon greeted his best friend, trying to smile. "How'd you d-"

"Listen, Furg," Matton said, interrupting him in excitement. People had often said that they were like two sides of the same coin, Matton being bubbly and energetic, Furgon; quiet and reserved. Both were given to the orphanage at a young age, so they were inseparable. "I got you something. Today's your birthday, right? September 13th?" Fergon looked at the thing in Matton's hands and nodded, speechless. Mat held it out. Slowly, Fergon took it.

"Mat...thanks. I really don't know what to say. This is the-the-" Furgon's eyes swam with tears, reflecting pieces of his warm eyes back at Matton. "This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me." Furgon finished.

"Hey, It's the best I could do." Matton smiled.

Furgon pulled it out. It was a short sword, mirror polished and double-edged, light in the blade but heavy in the handle. Everything about it was perfect, down to the leather wrapping to the sheath he carried it in. He tried to thank Mat again, but he wasn't having any of it.

"I promise," He said, the steely flecks of his eyes glinting in the rising sun.

So he did.

One week later, Fergon was dressed in his nicest clothes, waiting for Matton by the entrance to the Hall. They were going to be chosen. Matton stumbled into the enterance breathless.

"They didn't give me my scores!" Fergon whispered to Matton urgently.

Matton blinked in surprise. Just then, trumpets played and they were lead to a back room. Slowly, as it felt like hours, their peers walked out of the waiting room to be sorted and picked, until it was just the two of them left. A man came in.

"Matton and Furgon, they will see you now."

Together? That was rare. They looked at each other wordlessly and followed the man into a tiny dark room. A winged chair was facing across from them. "Twins," The voice said. They were fraternal twins? That'd explain a lot. "Super speed and enhanced endurance, and ultimate drive." Ultimate drive? What was that? Furgon had to clench his hands to keep from asking questions. "You have been chosen to be the Keepers of the Kingdom!" The Keepers of the Kingdom, a role more honorific than a King...

Furgon wondered what the future would hold.

Sorry I switched between Furgon and Fergon, They're the same person, hope it's alright.

I woke up one early morning of my 14th birthday. I raced down the cobblestone stairs down to the kitchen when i took my bag out from under the table. "Clothes, books, bow and arrow and Chesse balls's toys. Check!" I said looking inside my bag. I jouneyed outside and into the garden where my my dog, Chesse ball was napping. He woke up from his nap and trotted towards me. I started on my way to the palace.

I few hours later I heard a deep growling from the woods on the right of me. I took out my bow and arrow just in case if something tried to attack me. I walked a little bit faster intill I was running like something was chasing me. Soon, I was out of breath I put my things down and laied down, stomache to the sky, and thought, "You're safe now Carson, you're safe now." Suddenly pain flared up my left leg and I looked at it, "AHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed hoping a hunter would hear me. The Warthog seemed to be glaring at me just before it pouced on me. I couldn't breathe, it's stomache was on my face. I despratly tried to find my bow, or at least an arrow so i could stab it. My leg was yelling, "Help,help!" But i couldn't do anything. LIfe was draining from me second by second in till my eyes started to droop and my arm trying to grab the bow went limb. But then, the Warthog flew off me squeing as loud as thunder. I gasped trying to breathe in till I was fully breathing. My bag had torn in half and one of Chesseball's toy's was shreded. Uh oh Chesse Ball. I heard a whimbering on my left and i crawled over to find Cheese ball laying there covered in blood, "NO!" I yelled but I knew it was too late. I felt his hert I beated once than twice then no more. I creid the hardest i ever had and I burired him i a meadow of flowers..................................................

I pushed my glasses up on my nose and blinked in confusion. "What?" I asked. "Yes, you heard correctly," the woman said to me.

---------Earlier that Day---------

Something chased me. I ran as fast as I could through the darkly wooded forest. No matter how hard I tried to lose it, it was always a few steps behind me. In my path of running was a low branch, I ducked to avoid it and instead tripped. I spun wildly trying to regain my balance. But instead, I fell to the ground, there was a large tear on my pants and blood was seeping out from a wound. I looked up at the dark shadowy beast and raised my hand in a feeble attempt to block it. The creature moved closer and snarled. It bared its fangs and was about to pounce upon me when the neigh of a horse broke through the silence of the forest. A figure in armor made of pure gold came riding through the trees, on a horse that seemed to have a coat of gold. They seemed to radiate light and the beast snarled uneasily. The figure in gold unslung her bow and drew it back. The bow made a noise, and the arrow penetrated the beast. It burst in a flash of light. No remains of the beast were left The person in gold got down from their horse. The person flipped up the visor of their helmet, and my face stared back at me. The golden knight who's face I shared then said," You cannot escape your destiny." I inhaled sharply, I opened my eyes and I was in my room. Not in a shadowy forest, with a golden knight, just my regular room. I felt around for my glasses on my nightstand. After getting dressed, I headed out of my room down the stairs to the kitchen. Where my mom awaited me. "Honey, we are leaving in ten minutes for the ceremony," she said to me. I inwardly groaned I had been not wanting for this day to come for a long time. I simply nodded my head.

------1 hour later-----------

Outside a large castle-like building, I stood. Other kids in the line near me, looked excited. I wasn't excited and stared at the ground as I dragged my foot around in the dirt. When I thought about leaving, the doors to the building finally opened. Out came an elderly woman, she was dressed in silver, it was the mark of a chooser, there was a better name for it but most people called them choosers. Her hair was a silvery grey, and her eye was a liquid silver, filled with knowing that is hard to describe. She then walked down the line, looking at each person in the eyes. When she stopped in front of me, I glanced downwards, but an uncontrollable urge overcame me, and I looked up. After a few seconds, she gestured for me to follow her. I followed behind as she lead me back into the building. The hallway was simple but had a few decorations in silver and gold and some other materials that I couldn't name. At the end of the hall stood a door, it was covered in markings. A knight's helmet, a king's crown, a witch's broom, and many more. She opened the door and we went inside. In a semi-circle that took up most of the room, sat pedastals. Each of them had an object, a crown, a staff, and others. She slowly lead me around the circle, she stopped in front of a fancy looking tiara. She picked it up and put it in my hands. I held it for a few seconds before she took it back. She stopped a few times at some other objects, but she would always take them back. Near the end of the circle was a golden knights helmet it looked familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen it before. The chooser saw me staring at the golden helmet. A faint smile formed on her face. She went over to it and picked it up. She then put in my hands, it was lighter than one would expect. A bright flash filled the room, and seconds later, I stood before her fully dressed in golden armor except for the helmet. "Aira, you are a Golden Hunter," she said her voice soft. I pushed my glasses up on my nose and blinked in confusion. "What?" I asked. "Yes, you heard correctly," the woman said to me. I was a Golden Hunter, warriors that hunted down the shadowy beasts that threatened our kingdom. There was nothing I could do but accept. "I, Aira Sparks, accept my destiny as a Golden Hunter. No matter the dangers I will do my duty."

And that's the end of my prompt writing.

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